i am a sucker for when the heavens get so angry they attack the earth with a forceful downpour.
i lock myself inside. i can hear their pounding.
ah.....and the lightening.
the sky cracks open, a celestial misstep, a momentary glimpse behind the forbidden curtain.
but they can't touch me.
i am only a witness.
not involved, far removed. (daydreaming)
wishing for their worst, hoping for the best.
watching. soaking in the serenity through chaos.
constantly moving, all while standing still.
bated breath.
listen.
(stop)-2013, frnkiero
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F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)
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